Roana spent a lot of time alone these days. Well. Not per se. She spent a lot of time without adult company. Her boys took up a lot of her time which made progress on any work slow, and usually by the time she had a moment to herself she was exhausted. But today, she forced herself out. Training was important, even once you reached her level of skill. She could always be better. Always faster, always stronger. She could always endure more, hit harder, fight more fiercely. Improvement never stopped, only more difficult to obtain. As she wandered out in search of a suitable place to work, she noticed a lone woman with a staff. The former captain watched her quietly for a moment, recognizing her from the mob before the spire, and then from within the Spire before she jumped through the portal. She hadn't taken the woman for a combatant, but she seemed to be trying. Perhaps...perhaps she could try to build some bridges. "Hello there!" she called out in a friendly tone. Unlike the more lithe woman, Roana was a physically imposing figure. Strong, toned muscles on wide shoulders, waist narrow but rock hard, each step exuding her formidable strength. She too was dressed to train, leggings, boots and a sleeveless shirt her choice, revealing the network of scars on her shoulder where the Spire Demon had bitten her. She was in every inch of her being a warrior. Yet, she smiled warmly at the girl. "I'm afraid we've never gotten a proper introduction. My name is Roana Steadman...would you like a sparring partner?" Roana May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry on |
Training it's a different kind of danger
|
Soldier
Age: 35 | Height: 5'8" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 24 - Dext: 26 - Endr: 24 - Luck: 11 - Int:
Played by: Grant
Change author: Posts: 758 | Total: 5,479 MP: 0
06-09-2019, 03:30 PM
|
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
|
Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)